Prologue~A Story by JustMeeSarah This is the prologue of the book I wrote! Feedback is appreciated! It's not edited yet, so it's not great :)
I breathed in the sweet scent of pine and watched the blur of greens and blues as we drove through the thick Utah forest. Bubbling with happiness, I could hardly contain my excitement. "I wonder what they'll look like! Ooh, I'll bet they are all sooo pretty! I wonder how long their hair is! I'll bet it's dragging on the ground because nobody has cut it! Do they ave scissors in the wild? Nah, probably not since they wouldn't be able to hold them!" I said in a rush in my six-year-old, baby accented voice.
In the passenger seat, my mom laughed. "Hold your horses!" She smiled at me, her ocean blue eyes laughing with her. Next to me, my brother grinned and elbowed me gently in the ribs. "We're here!" My dad announced, catching my eye in the rear-view mirror. "Jake, will you grab the backpack out of the trunk?" he asked my brother. Jacob and I opened the car doors at exactly the same time and he handed me a water bottle. It was ice cold in my little hands, and felt good on the hot, June day. The four of us then hiked up the hill and past the big sanctuary arrival sign to meet out guide. I was jumping up and down and clinging to my mom's arm all the way up the hill. "Hello, folks," said a tall man. He was wearing khaki bermuda shorts and an army green and off-white Hawaiian tee-shirt. On his head, he wore a big, straw hat. His tan face was crinkled up in a smile, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with excitement. "My name is Henry, and I'll be your guide on this beautiful 'mornin!" He looked around the circle of people. "Now who's ready to see something amazing?" Everyone cheered and clapped, including me, who's hands ached from clapping so hard. "Now, the most important thing to remember is to stay calm and quiet. You can get all them yelly-bellies outright now, but the minute, no the second... No, the millisecond we cross that gate," he pointed to a white picket fence lined gate. "Everyone is quiet. He paced the half circle of people and stopped when he saw me and smiled. "We've had one charge before..." Henry grinned and his eyes widened. "He didn't hurt anyone," he was still looking at me. "But he was still a little under 15 yards away from us. A young'un like this one here slipped and cried." He straightened up. "So be careful, folks. There are some slippery rocks around here."" Henry talked for another ten minutes about safety, though I scarcely heard. I was clinging to my mom's legs, afraid. I really hoped I wouldn't slip! Henry knew right where they were because some lady had told him through a walkie-talkie. So as soon as we crossed the gate, everyone was quiet, and the only sounds we heard were the chirping of birds and the faint gushing sound of a stream. They were fairly close, drinking from that stream, Henry had said. All we had to do was go through a bit of forest and up a large hill to get the best view of them. It was about a fifteen minute walk, but definitely worth it! There were six of them, all drinking from the clear water, their beautiful coats shining in the sun. All except one. Instead of drinking water, she was drinking her mother's milk. Her head was angled up and she looked content. "Who's that?" I whispered to Henry, pointing at the little one. "One, that's the young one! She was born two days ago," he answered. "We call her Starry Night. Well," he reconsidered, "I do at least." Starry Night was all black with four white socks, a white star, and little flecks of white across her body. I could see why he called her Starry Night. The sun on her black coat made the white stand out like little stars. A few raised their heads at our almost-silent approach, but most were either drinking or grazing. We watched them for a while, but then they all looked at each other as if to read one another's mind, and ran. On the hill, we could see basically everything, so we watched them run. They galloped in the wind, their tails blowing out behind them. There were no words meaning anything to a six-year old that could describe this action. It was beautiful. It was graceful... It was wild horses. © 2012 JustMeeSarahAuthor's Note
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JustMeeSarahAboutHello! My name is Sarah! I am a young author who loves to write! I've just completed my first novel called "Riding that Starry Night". I ride horses, and most of what I write is inspired by them. Chec.. more..Writing
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